My wife, a former TWA employee and now American airlines emplyee, had her position transfered to Dallas Texas from St. Louis. Just before she left, she presented me with a cocker spaniel who we named Toasty, to keep me company during the week. Within a day I was reduced to a human dust mop, shimming around the floors, gripping toys and squeaking "Oh, what a good dog, give Daddy a kiss!"
(Toasty lesson #1: When you are really enjoying play, you don't care how foolish you look.)

Soon I found myself fretting over his whining and against all good judgement would allow him to sleep on the bed with me. For this he has repaid me by occasionally pooping on the carpet.
(Toasty lesson #2: Parenting can make you more neurotic than you ever dreamed possible.)

Usually I will wake up at 7:30 A.M. but other days wake up at dawn. Now Toasty will be standing on my chest by the time the sun crests the horizon, demanding to be let out the door.
(Toasty lesson #3: Ritual is the glue that holds love together.)

I used to stay at work late, but now look forward to getting home at night. When I arrive, Toasty will be standing in the bay window peeking out. The moment I come in the door I am rewarded with a greeting that normally feels like it is reserved for pro athletes and rock stars. Within a few licks I can forget the petty details of the day.
Toasty lesson #4: Unconditional love is a renewable resource.)

I have learned to read his body signals, the cocked head of curiosity, the ears pressed back with excitement, and the sigh that comes from deep within a warm, rubbed belly. I think to myself, "your a dog!" But what great conversations we are having!
Toasty lesson #5: True communication is only possible when we don't rely upon language.)